Michael Feinstein - Piano Lyrics

The lady fits her old blue jeans

Hitches rides in limousines
Ya know there's a lot of kings and queens
Who would envy her in a t shirt she wears
Platform shoes and applique
Antique lace and acrame
Oh I have watched her sit and play
With a daisy chain or a baby's hand and

Oh so elegantly she stands with a stolen rose
Rings for her fingers and a kiss for her nose
And will have music wherever she goes

The lady wears the best perfume
Takes her time in her old man's bathroom
She lures the old man to his doom
He was ambushed by the shaving cream
Or a helping of strawberry pie
Served up right between his eyes
You dare not make the lady cry
You know revenge is swift an sticky and
Yes she may have one of these
And yes she may have one of those
Rings for her fingers and a kiss for her nose
And she will have music wherever the lady goes

The lady dines like a movie star
Or we count our cash in some back street bar
But it don't matter where we are
You know those heads turn round when she walks in
In borrowed room or a fine hotel
You might find heaven and ya might find hell
The lady fits her blue jeans so well
Ya know she'll hurt ya but she'll help ya too
And yes she may have one of these
And yes she may have one of those
Rings for her fingers and a kiss for her nose
And she will have music whereever the lady goes
She will have music
Wherever she goes